distance between you and you and me
Suddenly I fail to perceive that there is a difference-
That what was is now not, and that
the new year or what temporal novelty they call this:
I know not. All I know is
that there is no hope
and only hope
that there is no pain
but only pain
there is no change
but then again
There is only change.
And I know that this soul is a wretched gift.
And I know that this body is my only reality.
I dig my nails hard into my flesh. There is a slow trickle
of fickle blood. Soon it shall congeal. The sudden sharp burst of pain
Fading pain, now so real
now so mine-oh you will never know
what it feels like.